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22nd. May, 2011 | 05:47 pm
“because I have no right to read her love poems.
because I’ve forgotten the geography of a woman’s shoulder, how hard
and brittle in places, how supple and stemlike in others.
because my desire alone isn’t enough for both of us.
because if I showed her the stars at night, she might see them as
nothing but light cracking through a frail wall, and I’d have no words to
comfort her.”
— Andy Weaver, from “The Constant of the Universe”
because I’ve forgotten the geography of a woman’s shoulder, how hard
and brittle in places, how supple and stemlike in others.
because my desire alone isn’t enough for both of us.
because if I showed her the stars at night, she might see them as
nothing but light cracking through a frail wall, and I’d have no words to
comfort her.”
— Andy Weaver, from “The Constant of the Universe”